Nearly two hours passed before the meeting finally came to an end.
The discussions within the Wang Clan's main hall had been calm on the surface, courteous and measured, yet layered with probing questions and subtle tests of intent.
By the time the doors opened again, the atmosphere had shifted.
The two guests from the Nine Peaks Sword Sect stepped back into the open, prepared to take their leave.
"Are you certain you will not remain for the feast, Elder Xia?" Wang Yuyan asked with composed politeness.
Her tone was warm but not overly eager.
"The Wang Clan has already made arrangements. It would be our honor to host you properly."
Behind her, servants stood ready, and distant tables had indeed been prepared with spiritual delicacies worthy of honored guests.
Xia Xinghe regarded Wang Yuyan quietly for a moment before offering a faint, refined smile.
"Your hospitality does you credit," she replied evenly.
